A thin tail wraps around my ankle as Cain kneels on the edge, my legs spreading apart in invitation. Moisture already leaking from my pussy in preparation. Knowing I will never again be left wanting, left needy and alone, ever again. His lips brush against my own once. Twice. Waiting for me to open my mouth, he devours me as soon as he gains entry.
My body pressing up into him, every sense lighting up as I found myself engulfed in a heat only he can put out.
"Please..." I whimper, needing more.
"As my dove wishes." His mouth moves across my jaw, to my neck. Alternating between gentle, feather light kisses and hard pulls, his teeth grazing along my skin every now and then, lighting sparks of anticipation.
My hands slide up along his back, fingertips brushing along the membranes of his wings, causing his body to shudder above me. His breath catching for a moment, before a low moan escapes, his eyes closing in pleasure. My pulse racing, knowing I’m the one causing him to come undone with just a simple caress.
Beneath him, I can't help but squirm, my body becoming more frantic with every second passing, as his hips begins to grind against my own. His cock sliding between my folds,teasing me to near madness. Every stroke brushing against my clit, my core clenching painfully from being empty, as slick continues to pool beneath me.
His hand traveled across my hip, down between my folds, before two fingers slid inside. His thumb pressing down on my clit, his fingers moved in and out, curling up to hit the rough patch inside. His fingers gliding easily in and out, his hand becoming absolutely soaked as he adds a third finger.
"You're mine." Growling, Cain impales me in one swift movement, his thumb pressing even harder on my clit as my body stretches around him, every muscle fluttering as I welcome him deep within.
Moaning together, he slides in and out, his tongue rough against my skin, lapping up blood as my body shivers, my fingers digging into his shoulders, as every sense is overwhelmed in anticipation. The hot core in my stomach tightening with molten heat. His wings beating back and forth as my hips tilted, allowing him in even deeper.
The overwhelming sense of pleasure, of pure exhilaration is intoxicating as he grunts and groans. His lips feathering along my skin, wherever he can touch, as if he can't get enough of my taste.
With one final push in, his thumb presses down, rolling over my clit, pushing me off that elusive cliff.
Chapter Eleven
Kaitlyn
Yesterday is nothing but a blur of memories, as I wake up in my bed.
Of phantom touches drifting along my body, lighting up every nerve ending. The sensation a contradiction to the ache of loneliness echoing deep within my soul, as if I've forgotten something important. A piece of myself that's now missing. A piece calling out to me, somewhere beyond my front door.
Sighing, I make my way out of bed, a chill coming over me as I find myself completely naked. Which is unusual since I always make sure I go to bed wearing one of my soft pajamas. The fear of some sort of emergency happening, whether it be due to a phone call from Josh or the apartment suddenly catching fire, the fear has always been there.
So why am I naked now?
I don't allow myself to just stand there for too long, questioning it. If I did, then I would have to question other things like why am I so sore? Instead, I direct my attention to the small table by the bed.
Thankfully I woke up early, my phone still sitting there, the alarm silent. Next to it the clock shows it's only six in the morning. More than enough time to go back to sleep, if I was tired, but for some reason I find myself wide awake.
Stomach growling, I make my way over to my closet, focusing on getting dressed for the day.
Normally, after an event, I would wear the shortest skirt I own and a button up blouse--both allowing easy access to lacy black undergarments--but for some reason they just don't appeal to me this morning.
Violet lace catches my attention, the tags still on the garments, reminding me I haven't had a chance to wear them yet. They were supposed to be a surprise for Josh, to be worn during our first anniversary date, but he had insisted I wear a scratchy black set that night. The fabric was so cheap they had me squirming in my seat at the restaurant the entire time.
Of course, I made sure to conveniently "lose them" as soon as I got home, not that he ever noticed.
As I begin to get dressed I find myself thinking of strong hands brushing over my skin. Each touch bringing a phantom memory with it. A memory I don't remember living but somehow I know I did. One that doesn't include Josh, despite the fact I haven't been with anyone else since the day I was hired.
Slipping on a soft baby blue sundress, I quickly brush my hair and apply the lightest touch of makeup.
For the first time in a very long time, I feel light, almost carefree as I finish. The worry about what Josh might think when he sees me dressed so plain, compared to how he usually wants me, just isn't there.
Today, I've decided I'm dressing for me.
My stomach growls again, reminding me I haven't eaten since...
I'm not sure when but surely I had something yesterday...
Fully dressed, I leave my room, tossing a simple pair of black kitten heels onto the couch as I walk past. Barely giving the pair of stockings laying on the coffee table or the black silk dress tossed across the back of the couch, a second glance.